Milking time at the Hucow farm

It had been almost 2 months now since I altered Mrs Russo. I figured I should check in on her and the others. I got out the car and closed the gate after driving through and drove up past a field to the main Dairy Processing center. To one side, there was a pleasant canteen with tables and chairs flowing out on to the outside decking. There were at least a dozen women ambling around or sitting at chairs drinking latte's or chatting. Life seemed to be good. The women, all wore variations on the same uniform theme. black and white sun-dresses of a cow print pattern. All the women were un-naturally busty and sat in front of large bowls which appeared to have nothing but green salad in them. They all turned and waved to me or said hi as I arrived.

I scanned the group and noticed Mrs Russo sitting next to an extended lawn.

I bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting opposite her. "How are you, miserable old cow?" Her bowl, like everyone else contained mostly grass, and she was chewing away at it constantly as a snack.

"Great thanks! This stuff's great." she explained, noticing me looking down. I don't know why everyone doesn't eat it. Its delicious."

"Ok." I glanced at her chest. It was as swollen as I remembered it. Absolutely huge.

"I know," she said as if to apologise, "not as big as it should be, but I was just milked this morning."

"Ok." I repeated. I reached over and tinkled the little bell she wore on a choker around her neck.

"Look," she said, turning and indicating a stunning big busted redhead with tits almost double the size of Mrs Russo's JJs, "Looks like Lida's about ready to turn."

I looked more closely at the redhead. She was gorgeous. I had brought her here from the Care home less than a week ago. She had been 93 and a hopeless case. Now she was 18 again and had tits the size of footballs

She was wincing and holding them though looking as if she feared they might rupture from the strain. She sunk to her knees, then toppled forwards panting, "uh... Its happening again." she said. "Thank fuck, I need to be milked so bad." She started to crawl even before she changed, heading out of the cafe and towards the next building. I got up and followed her, watching the little horns poke through her red curls and begin to grow. "Mooo!" she exclaimed, her ass swished behind her to left and right. She knew where she was headed though and entered the milking shed where lots of stalls jutted out from the walls, four of which were already occupied by her fellow hucows. She got herself into position and turned her head to look behind her. Her eyes had grown larger and duller. Her lips and mouth distended. I grabbed the two tubes from the milking machine and pulled her dress down. Her enormous udders swung forwards. I grabbed one and clamped a tube round her long nipple, then repeated the process with the other one.

A little trough of grass sat in front of her and she stuck her head in it and began munching contentedly while the machine sucked the fluid from her tits. I looked at her large round ass and lifted the hem of her dress over it. Her pussy looked so tempting. My shorts were gone in a flash and my 24 inch cock was pummelling inside her before I even thought about it. Lida looked round at me with a moronic smile and chewed some more grass.

Eventually I splurged inside her and slumped momentarily on her back, then with a wrench, I stood up and looked at the other 4 beauties getting milked.

Luckily, a click of my fingers and my balls are full once more. "Now let me see who's next... You'll do!" I said, spotting a blonde who had just raised her head and looked at me with a distinct lack of intelligence.